Monday, May 23, 2011
I have never previously considered orange to be one of my most favourite colours. But since I brought this magical cushion home I seem to be drawn to shades of retro orange everywhere.
There is a pile of not quite finished orange inspired crochet.
And not to forget the painting that has pride of place in the one completed corner of the lounge room.
Gazing out of my lounge room window today, I was admiring a green backdrop dotted with the flame coloured leaves of one of Betsy's crepe myrtle trees. I had never noticed before that they are deciduous.
They are not a flamboyant expression of autumn by any means but in Brisbane you can travel an entire suburb to find a deciduous tree so you have to take what you can get. School pick up revealed another glorious crepe myrtle tree on the footpath.
So it was straight home to find a pair of secateurs and a long ladder. Those crepe myrtles did need a prune anyway.
Now I just hope I don't wake up tomorrow to the sight of some dead twigs in a jug with a pile of gorgeous leaves on the floor.